94 VEBDICT OX IXDIA showed a picture of Lord Linlithgow, stark naked, grovelling on the ground before 3Ir. Jinnah and licking his toes (this was a comment on a guarded reference which the Viceroy had made, in one of his speeches, to the rightful aspirations of the Muslims). " What do you think of it ? * asked the young editor. I could only reply that I thought it was very ugly. ' Yes—but the idea ? * I excused myself by saying that anything quite so ugly as that did not give me any ideas. 'Anyway, I'm going to put it in,/ " Fm sure you are. The Indian press is free.5 At which he burst into gales of laughter. The Indian press free ! Oh—that was a good one., .that was rich. * ,he must tell his friends! Well—what was he laughing about ? If the newspapers and magazines, lying on the bookstalls outside my window, had been able to speak, they might well have asked that question. Look at them! "Quit India/ by Gandhi. 'Uncle Sh&m'.. .An Exposure, by an Indian, of the decadence of the U.S.A. Endless pamphlets and articles against Britain, against the war effort, against the Muslims, against everything and everybody that is non-Hindu, libelling, lying, snarling, spitting. All sold freely, casually, in the open market. Xaturally, in a war to the death, the censor's scissors have some- times snapped. Naturally, in, a country stiff with enemy saboteurs, the police have, on a few occasions, confiscated or suppressed material that was comparatively innocuous. The stark and vital fact remains—and I challenge any Hindu to deny it—that throughout the course of this war the vast bulk of the Hindu press has been singing a Hymn of Hate aimed at the British Raj, day in and day out, in a thousand voices. However loud this Hymn of Hate has swelled, however false its tones and however harmful its echoes, the British have seldom succumbed to the temptation, to suppress it. The Hymn goes on, with the enemy standing at the gates. If that is not at least a measure of freedom, it is a very fair imitation.